Why Victory Day is the greatest holiday

My great-grandfather, Kornilov Nikolai Abramovich, died in a battle near Leningrad in March 1943. He died of severe wounds on the way to a hospital, and he was buried in the eastern part of the Leningrad region near Lake Ladoga.

There was only one male left in the family - a seven-year son, Mitya. He and the women had to do all the hard work. as women had. I don`t know how could they managed to survive. Everything that they grew by themselves in the garden, on the fields, everywhere - all of it was sent to the front. Great-grandmother Mary, like all others in the village, was obliged to work on the farm. Their "salary" was just «workdays» written on the card. Their aunts were sick and unable to work, even though my old, infirm great-great-grandmother (great-grandfather`s mother) did. My grandmother Nadia was about six months old at that time, her older sister, Lyuba was a little older. One of my aunts died soon from the cold, the other one died from famine. Grandma always says that their aunts tried to give them, little children, their tiniest piece of bread.

The family was saved by a miracle. Great-grandmother was moved from the farm to a local military hospital for a few months. The salary was there was not just ticks on a labor card, but a bread. However, this period of such work quickly came to an end, and famine had to came back soon. Meanwhile, lodgers came to their house. They cut blade last words in the list, which means that the "Kornilova Maria Ivanovna sent to work in a military hospital for three months". [I don't know what you mean.] And when the farm began to demanded great-grandmother back, the hospital didn`t return her! They said, that if the farm had let her go away once, and they didn't want to lost a good nurse.

Of course, if the great-grandfather had been alive, their whole lives would have been very different. There would not have been so much pain and horror. Every family in Russia had their losses and their grief.

And no one should ever be allowed to forbid the celebration of the memory of this great day! of memory! This is wrong, inhumane and dishonourable. Victory Day - one of the main events in our lives. We all personally owe our own birth to each veteran, to every fallen soldier. I hope very much that we will all know and remember our history, and we will transmit it to our children. I really wish that we all knew the old military songs and sang them, instead of yawning while staring at the fireworks.

Yesterday was the greatest holiday. I wish peace in all the world!